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Inheritance
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Part 1
Miranda Adler was laying in bed when she heard the knock at the door.
She glanced at the clock. It read 7:07. "Who the heck could that be," she
mumbled out loud.
"Hold on, I'm coming," she yelled as she reached for her robe.
The knocking grew louder the closer she moved to the door.
"Who is it?" she yelled, afraid to open the door this early in the morning.
"Ms. Adler, my name is Rupert Weinstein. I have some very good news
for you. If you would open the door we can discuss it."
She peered through the peephole in the door. She saw a short man, about
5' 3" in height, Grey hair slightly balding, wearing a 3piece suit. 'Ah, but
this could be a trick,' she thought to herself.
Miranda was a meek girl, standing all of 4'11" and weighing no more than
95lbs. She had straight auburn hair which she kept cut in a bob, the length
of which touched her shoulders and accented her Green eyes. Her face,
although pretty, showed signs of a hard life. Her mother had died when
she was three from an accidental overdose of medication. Her father did
his best to raise the little girl alone, until his eventual death to a plane
crash on her 7th birthday. Since then she was tossed in and out of foster
homes, often being abused both physically and sexually by the people she
was supposed to trust to care for her. Her experiences throughout this time
left her with a distrust of most people, especially men.
"Show me some identification!" she demanded
Mr. Weinstein reached for his wallet and withdrew both his license and a
business card. The business card read as follows:
Rupert Weinstein
Solicitor
Catering to the Elite
The High Street
Virginia Water
Surrey, UK

With all his identification seemingly in order, Miranda reluctantly undid
the chain lock and opened the door.
"May I come in Ms. Adler? I am sure you will be very pleased with what I
have to tell you."
She held the door open and handed him back his identification while
motioning him toward the living room.
"You will have to forgive my apprehension Mr. Weinstein. This is not a
very good neighborhood you see, and at this early hour a girl has to be
careful."
"Understood Ms. Adler."
"Please, call me Miranda. No one calls me Ms. Adler"
"Of course Miranda. Now what I have to tell you."
"I am sorry Mr. Weinstein. I have not had my coffee yet and my brain
doesn't function properly without that first sip." She smiled, and started to
head to the kitchen turning briefly. "Can I get you a cup?"
"That would be wonderful, thank you!"
A few short moments later she returned, placed two cups of coffee on the
table, and sat in the chair directly opposite the couch occupied by Mr.
Weinstein.
"I am sorry. Now, what were you saying?" She lifted the cup to her lips
and took a few small sips as to not burn her mouth.
"Well Ms. Adler." Miranda looked at him with an 'I told you not to call
me that' face. "I mean Miranda," he corrected himself.
He reached for some paperwork he had removed from his briefcase while
waiting for her to return with the coffee. "What I have here is some
paperwork in need of your signature" He handed her the stack of papers.
"What is this all for, Mr. Weinstein?" She asked while flipping through
the ten or so pages of legal documentation.
"Oh yes, I forgot to tell you, didn't I! Well, Ms. Adler, our records indicate
that you are the only surviving relative to Mr. Horace Adler. Mr. Adler
was your father's cousin. He and his wife of 50 years were killed last
month in a car crash. God rest their souls. My office has handled the Adler
affairs for the past 30 years. They had no children. According to the Last
Will and Testament, Mr. Adler, since there was no immediate family to
leave his estate to and he didn't want the estate to go to the county, he
therefore made arrangements with my office that upon his and his wife's
deaths, we would hire a private detective to find the closest living relative
to his bloodline. That has lead our search to you Miranda." He reached
down and took a sip of his coffee, which had been getting cold.
"Oh my, I was not even aware that daddy had a cousin in England.
This is just so much to take in. Please tell me what is all this paperwork,
and what is it that this estate consists of?"
"Well Miranda. The stipulation of the Will is this: Whom ever is deemed
the rightful heir to the Adler estate must move into and spend at least one
week in the Adler Manor in England. If they survive the week, they will
inherit the entire estate, the contents of which will be revealed at that
time."
"I assume you mean by survive that I remain in the Manor without
leaving?" she said with a nervous tremor in her voice.
"Well the Will does not go into details, but yes I would also take it that
way. If, however, you do not survive the week, the Estate will be put up
for public auction, unless there is another relative that can be found."
Reluctantly she signed all the paperwork and handed it back to him.
"Now Miranda, here is your plane ticket. Your flight leaves today at 3 pm.
All arrangements have been made for your safe arrival at the
Manor." He handed her the ticket and stood extending his hand to shake
hers.
"That is such short notice! I have work and..," she was clambering for
words.
"All the arrangements have been taken care of, Miranda. I took the liberty
of contacting your employers and explaining the situation to them. You
are being given an immediate leave of absence with no repercussions to
you. If you decide not to stay in England you may return and your job will
be waiting for you. However, I will hint to the fact that should you fulfill
the term of the Will, you will no longer be in a position of needing to
work." He was grinning from ear to ear. It was an evil kind of grin that left
Miranda with the feeling that he knew more than he was letting on to.
"Will it be okay if I brought a friend along?" she asked.
"There is nothing here that says you can't. I will make arrangements for an
extra ticket to be waiting for you at the airport terminal.
Good luck, Miranda. I will meet you at your hotel in the morning and we
will go over to the Manor together." He reached out and took her hand.
"Have a nice flight, my dear," he said as he bent down and kissed the back
of her hand, then turned and walked out the door.

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Thursday, July 29, 2004

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THE FINAL STRAW (chapter 4)

That was the conversation Sophia kept replaying in her mind. They had
more, over the next week and a halftheir newly discovered mutual adoration
of the Red Sox led to lots of freeagentsigning wishes and an entire
evening waxing rhapsodic over the majesty that is Pedro Martinezbut that
conversation was the one she kept thinking about.

He had held her up as an example of how he would treat someone he was in
love with. She asked him pointblank if he was in love with her, and he
avoided the question. He jokingly asked her to marry himyeah, it was a
joke, but with the rest of the conversation.........and he told her that
she wasn't alone, because she had him.

It was inescapable. Coupled with the attention he showered on her, how
he treated her, some of the things he said to herit was inescapable.
Warren Kelleher was in love with her, she realized one day.

The first question she asked herself was why? Why her? This was
Warren, the Prep Boy scholarship genius, why the hell would he want to have
any kind of anything with a lost cause like her?

Because he doesn't think you're a lost cause, she said to herself.

And as that one hung in her brain, the next question popped upOK,
Sophia, what do you do about it?

It almost didn't seem fair. It didn't seem fair that they had become
such close friendsif Warren had fallen for her, he must be in a "so near
but yet so far" loop all the time.

But he didn't seem to mind.

Sophia sighed. This all could wait. It was the weekend, and there were
parties to go to, and Scott. And why did she not feel like going this
weekend?

Monday arrived, and with it another afternoon shift at Dunkin' Donuts.
Warren had come to look forward to Mondays, because he got to see Sophia.

He walked into the back room, saw her standing there with her back to
him, and walked up to her and touched her on the shoulder. And felt her
flinch, hard.

"OH! Warren."

"What was that all about?"

"I'll tell you later", and she turned around. And Warren looked into
her face and saw someone who looked like they had just emerged from hell.

"Soph, you do not look good."

"Later, Warren. I promise. This is not the time or place."

"Whatever you say."

The shift passed with barely a word between them. At quitting time,
Sophia walked up to Warren, and said, "Walk me home, please?"

They started walking. Warren was uncomfortable, because they were
walking in silence, which never happened.

"What's up, Sophia?"

"When we get to my house."

"Ohkaaaay."

They got to her house. "Come on in. Nobody's home. Mom is at work,
and the kids are with their father." Sophia had explained that her brother
and sister had a different fatherher Mom's second husbandand that they
often spent time with him. Sophia's father had disappeared when she was
three.

Warren had never actually been in Sophia's house. She showed him in and
led him to the living room, shedding her coat as she walked. She looked
like she wanted to scream, and was holding it in. Something was seriously
wrong, and Warren had no idea what.

"I need to show you something," Sophia said. And proceeded to take off
her shirt. Warren was completely dumbstruckuntil he saw the bandages.
She peeled those off, and stood in front of him naked from the waist up.

If he hadn't been in shock, Warren might have thought that he was seeing
something he had dreamed about for two months. But this was no dream, this
was a nightmare. Sophia's entire left side was one big bruise. Her
shoulder got the least of itthe side of her ribs and the left part of her
back and her left breast were purple. It was horrific.

"Oh my God."

"Three of my ribs are broken. My shoulder and back are badly bruised.
And there might be some kind of permanent damage to my left breast, they're
not sure yet."

"How did this happen?"

Sophia snorted. "I fell down the stairs, didn't you know? Or, at
least, that's what we told the hospital. Scott said if I told them the
truth, I'd get it worse. The last time he was upset because he had messed
up my face, you see. This time he wanted to keep it less visible, but
still make sure I could feel it. He did a wonderful fucking job, wouldn't
you say?"

"Soph, I don't know what to say."

"I was kind of expecting 'I told you so'".

"I'd never do that. What set him off?"

"I don't know. It was a jealous rage from somewhere."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm not sure. But you are right. This has to end. I do not deserve
this. It took me a long time to realize that, but I don't. The problem
is, I'm scared shitless."

Warren left Sophia's house to head home. He was shaken. He was right,
he was way over his head. This had gotten worse, and he was at a loss how
to help her. He was lost in thought as he trudged along and didn't notice
the car pulling up inside him. He didn't see the three older teenagers get
out, until one of them was blocking his path.

"Are you the faggot that's been messing around with my girlfriend?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, faggot. I'm Scott Patterson. Sophia is mine, and I'm
telling you to stay away from her."

"You don't tell me what to do."

"I'm telling you now. I don't want you as much as looking at my
girlfriend."

"Sophia is my friend. If she doesn't want to talk to me, she will tell
me, not you."

Scott snorted, "What the fuck you think this is, pussyboy? Sophia does
what I tell her. And so will you."

"Yeah, Sophia does what you tell her, all right. Because you beat it
into her."

"Now you're getting it, pussy. You do what I tell you or you're next."

Warren though for a second. The asshole had two of his buddies standing
behind Warren, and he was in front. Warren figured there was absolutely no
way he was getting out of this one without getting whacked around. Even
so, he had absolutely no intention of knuckling under to this maggot. He
looked Scott right in the eye and said, "Go. Fuck. Yourself."

The rest was predictable. The two goons grabbed Warren's arms, and
Scott took his couple shots. Warren ended up on the ground, gasping for
breath, with the beginnings of what surely would be one hell of a black
eye. The ribs were bruised, as was his knee where the maggot had kicked him
on the way to the car, with the added threat that he'd "better quit that
fucking job at the donut shop, too, as I don't want you seeing her, ever."
That Warren had no intention of doing, but he didn't really want to get
beat up too many more times either. He dragged his bruised body home,
managed to avoid his parents, and attempted to get some studying done. He
didn't call Sophia.

Warren made it through Tuesday at school, dealing with the stares and
fending off the inquisitive questions. He told the truth to the
viceprincipal, Mr. Gordon, because he trusted Mr. Gordon, and he didn't
want anyone suspecting his parents of abusing him or anything like that.

He walked into Dunkin' Donuts, knowing Sophia was going to be there.
And wondering what he was going to say. He knewhe knewthat there was no
way that Sophia had spilled the beans to Scott about their friendship. He
just wouldn't believe that. Anyway, he'd find out soon enough.

"Hi, Warren. Why didn't you call last night?" He turned toward her.
"Oh my God. What happened to you?"

"The same thing that happened to you."

Sophia gasped. "Scott?" Warren nodded. Sophia stared at him.
"Scott....did this to you?" she said in a strangled voice.

Warren nodded. "Him and two of his buddies. Grabbed me on the way home
last night. The two goons held my arms while Scott took his shots at me.
I'm forbidden to talk with you, don't you know. I'm ordered to quit my
job, too." Warren snickered. "I told him to go fuck himself."

"You WHAT?" Sophia looked like she was close to tears. "Oh,
Warren.......I never meant to get you involved in this. Look at you!" She
took a breath. "I swear to God, Warren, I never said one word about you to
Scott. Never."

"Sophia, I believe you. In fact, I never thought for a minute that you
did. He must have found out some other way."

"I'll bet Alexandra, my neighbor, saw us. She lives down the street.
She used to be my friend, but she's a real bitch, and she wants Scott."

"God knows why."

Sophia snorted. "Too true. But she must have seen you and done some
snooping. Warren, I'm so sorry."

"You didn't do this to me, Soph."

Sophia started to sob. "Yes I did."

"Sophia, look at me. Listen to me. NO YOU DID NOT. You didn't hit me.
You have no control over what Scott does."

"Yeah, but if I hadn't pulled you into my life........"

"You mean if we hadn't become friends."

"Yeah"

"That was our choice. Scott didn't have anything to do with it. Soph,
do you value my friendship?"

"You know I do. But what about you?"

"You know I value your friendship, too."

"But how can you, if it gets you beat up by my boyfriend!"

"Some things are more important than other things. And what you want,
Sophia, is infinitely more important to me than what that asshole boyfriend
of yours wants. Even if it gets me beat up."

Warren walked out of the store to pick up the lot. Sophia didn't know
what to say to that.

It was close to the end of their shift. Sophia wanted Warren to walk
her home, but was terrified to ask him to. What if Scott showed up? What
a mess. She stepped into the back room to sip a cup of coffee. Warren was
mopping the floor, chatting with Dora. Sophia heard someone come in, but
figured Dora could handle it. Then she heard a voiceScott's voice.

"Hey, pussy. I thought I told you to quit this job. I thought I told
you to stay the fuck away from Sophia."

"And I thought I told you to go fuck yourself."

Sophia stayed in the back room, out of sight. She couldn't believe her
ears. Was Warren trying to get himself KILLED?

"Listen, pussy, you want more like you got yesterday? I'm telling you
to stay away from Sophia."

"Sophia's my friend."

"Sophia doesn't have any friends if I say she doesn't have any friends."

Sophia blinked. Warren was right. Scott just wanted to control
everything about her.

"Well, nobody chooses my friends for me. Sophia's my friend. If Sophia
doesn't want that, she can tell me. Since she just told me the opposite,
then friends we stay."

Scott moved closer to Warren and growled in a low voice, "You don't seem
to understand, faggot. Yesterday was just a preview. If you don't stay
the fuck away from Sophia, I'll give you a beating that will make the one
yesterday feel like a tickle."

Sophia tried to blink back the tears. What the hell should she do? How
could she get Warren out of this?

"You are pathetic," Warren said. Sophia couldn't believe her ears. And
Warren continued, "You just have to keep control over her. You have to
keep her pinned under your thumb. You refuse to let her think for herself.
And you keep doing this because you are terrified that if you let her think
for herself, if you let her get out from under your thumb, she's going to
wake up and realize that she is WAY too fucking GOOD for the likes of YOU!"

Warren, of course, ended up on his back, bleeding from his mouth. He
expected that. Scott was just laughing at him, while Sophia stood in the
back room, sobbing, terrified.

Warren pulled himself up, in horrific pain, but determined not to give
in. Not to this scumbag. Not concerning Sophia. "And you know what,
asshole? You can hit me over and over again and it still won't change the
fact that Sophia is too good for you."

The next shot went to Warren's already bruised ribs. Dora went running
back to tell Antonio to call the cops. Warren tried to catch his breath,
kneeling on the floor, gasping. And Scott taunted him: "Want another one,
pussy?"

"Better me than Sophia."

And Sophia, who had been hunched over, crying, stood up, with a start.
She had always thought of Warren as a bit of a wimpbut here he was,
standing there, taking a beating. For her. She was ashamed of herself for
ever thinking that he was wimpy. If she ever had any doubts about whether
or not he loved her, they were gone. And she knew something else as well.

She knew she had to end this.

She walked out onto the floor. "Scott, that's enough."

"Oh, Sophia! Come to watch me beat the shit out of your little friend
here?"

"No, I've come to tell you to get out. Get out of the store, get out of
my life. Now."

"Yeah, right, Sophia. What have I told you? You are mine. Get used to
it."

Scott had turned his back to Warren to face Sophia, and Warren made a
little cheering motion with his hands. Sophia caught it, drew strength
from it, and marched right up to Scott.

"I am not your anything. We are through. I am done being a punching
bag. Antonio is back there calling the cops. They are on their way.
Warren is underage, you are not. Assault and battery of a minor will get
you a little stint behind bars. And it will be two, because I've got some
bruises I can show them, too. And, for a kicker, I can tell them you've
slept with me, a fourteen year old, and you'll get statutory rape on top of
it. I am taking out a restraining order against you as soon as I can do
it. I want you gone, I want you out of my life, forever. Do you understand
me?"

Warren had managed to stand up, and was smiling and giving Sophia the
thumbsup. Scott walked towards Sophia, an angry grimace on his face, and
swung at her. Warren was about to jump him, to do anything to help Sophia,
but he didn't have to.

Just as Scott's hand connected with Sophia's mouth, the cops walked in.

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Sunday, July 25, 2004

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We Three 8/? {Redman} {MFF Rom}
October 2000

Author's note: Please overlook, or better yet help me
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story is intended for mature readers and contains
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We Three: Part 8


"Go ahead, get him ready," I heard my wife whisper
through my dreams. I came slowly awake to Carol's
blonde head rising and falling on my erection.

"OK dear, he's hard enough"

Carol drew back and watched wideeyed as Marjorie
straddled me and immediately sat down on my hard cock.

"Good morning, love. It seems so long since I've had a
hard dick in me!"

It did seem like forever. It had been a whole day.

I looked up into Marj's eyes as her fluid hips began
to rise and fall. She was sliding my cock in and out
of her in that slow, easy way of hers. I reached up
and molded the underside of her heavy breasts, giving
her a few short thrusts of my pelvis to let her know I
love her. Then it was just a matter of lying back and
enjoying the easy fucking my wife liked to give me in
the morning.

She never wanted much help from me when she did this,
other than my touches and caresses. She knew I would
last longer if I let her set the pace.

Maybe it was the evening of watching Carol and I enjoy
ourselves, or maybe it was that for the first time in
our marriage, we had an audience; but before long Marj
picked up the pace and began fucking harder than she
usually did in the mornings. She handed me the little
white vibrator without breaking rhythm and I knew just
where she needed it. As I held it against her clit
with two hands, she fucked her way to a hard orgasm,
flooding me with an unusual amount of her hot cum.

Marj reached down and pulled the little vibe off of
her and her rocking slowed to a snail pace, but it
didn't stop. She looked behind her to where Carol
watched entranced as my hard cock slid in and out of
my wife's cunt. I envied Carol. It was something I had
always wanted to watch from that angle, my wife's
pussy moving back and forth on my dick.

"It takes him a while to cum when he first wakes up.
Do you want a turn, Carol? We can probably both get a
couple before he cums," I heard my amazing wife ask.

"Oh God, yes! Can I?" Carol replied enthusiastically.

All I could do was blink, stunned at this lascivious
transformation of my wife's morning ritual. Almost as
quickly as they had agreed to it, one beautiful woman
dismounted me and another moved up to take her place!

As Carol grabbed me with two hands, I could feel her
fingers slip on the slick surface of my cumsoaked
cock. With much less ease than my wife had
accomplished, she lined my shaft up and began to ease
herself down on it. She was still tight, even after
yesterday's marathon. It even seemed that overnight
her channel had narrowed, rebelling against the way
that I had stretched her all evening long. With a
grunt of determination though, and with my wife's
lubrication assisting in the cause, Carol forced my
rod into her completely.

Then she started to rock, started to fuck against the
hard intruder that was buried in her belly. But, I
could see that she was at a loss as to what to do with
her hands that were still wet with feminine fluids.
Always a problem for the guest, I suppose. Does one
wipe one's cum coated hands on the sheets or would
that be too crass?

Carol obviously didn't know my kinks as well as my
wife did at this point. So I instinctively helped her
by doing what Marj would have done quite naturally.

I took one of Carol's hands and held it over my face,
breathing in the wet, sweet fuck of my wife that was
on her fingers. Then I started licking those fingers,
tasting for the first time my wife's fluids on the
flesh of another woman.

I didn't even consider if my proclivity might have put
her off. By now, it's simply a natural part of who I
am. I smell Marj's scent; I want to taste it. I feel
Marj's cum anywhere I can reach and I want to lick it
up. I was totally addicted to my wife's intoxicating
sexual flavors.

When I realized what I had done, I looked up
questioningly to check Carol's reaction. I needn't
have worried. We had indeed found a woman after my own
heart. Carol was tentatively smelling and tasting her
other hand herself and, as she found it to her liking,
began to fuck against me more vigorously.

God, I wanted to kiss her so bad! But my mouth was
still coated with last night's funk. I suddenly
realized I had never had to worry about morning breath
when Marj fucked me in the morning, she never wanted
to kiss me anyway. It was maddening to fuck Carol
without kissing her.

So, I did the next best thing. Remembering last night,
I began to suck Carol's fingers just like she had
sucked mine last night. Her stomach fluttered and she
gasped when she felt it. Soon she was reaching for my
own hand and brought my fingers to her mouth as well.
But I didn't just let her suck my fingers. I began to
slide them into her mouth to the same rhythm as Carol
was using on my cock.

God, we must have looked a nasty pair! She was fucking
her cunt with my cock and I was fucking her mouth with
my fingers! The unique sensations began to overwhelm
Carol. I felt her start to quiver all over, so with my
free hand I began to lightly circle her thrusting
belly, just like Marj likes when she's about to cum.

And that pushed her over the edge! She sucked hard on
my fingers in her mouth, swallowing them as deeply as
she could. She arched onto my cock and her entire body
participated in squeezing down on it, from the top of
her scalp to the tip of her toes. Many times I had
seen Marjorie cum so hard that it looked like she was
in pain. Now I was seeing the same ecstasy in Carol.
And it was glorious!

After an agonizingly long moment, she started to
relax; but something sent several no three! quick
shocks through her in rapid succession. Finally, when
she was done, she looked up at me with an embarrassed
grin that told me this hard cum had even taken her by
surprise.

"I'm not going to be able to take you two anywhere," I
heard Marjorie teasing. "You two are too nasty
together to be seen in public."

Marjorie hustled a cumweakened Carol off my cock and
promptly took her place again. By now there was a
great, expanding wetness under me. We were going to
have a hellofa wet spot this morning!

I was beginning to worry that I may disappoint the
girls by cumming before my wife had planned. The
nastiness of the last fuck had really worked on me.
But again Marjorie seemed to sense my dilemma. After
impaling herself on me, she ordered me to hold still
and brought her little vibrator to bear on her clit.
She was going to cum with my cock in her without even
fucking against me. Normally I would have been
disappointed. At the moment I felt relieved.

But I didn't really feel like being passive either.
The fervor was on me. So I coaxed Carol to kneel on
her knees beside us and reached between her legs and
began to play with her cunt.

So many new sensations it was almost overwhelming!
My wife was frozen in place on top of me, the muscles
of her vagina twitching around my cock. Carol was
squirming on my fingers with her eyes closed tightly,
my thumb working her clitoris as my fingers slid in
and out of her warm wetness.

Two women I love, each seeking their pleasure on a
different part of my body. Each of them practically
ignoring the other, in some ways practically ignoring
me, as they reveled in the sensations of their own
bodies. They were so different. One blonde, the other
brunette. One slender, the other more voluptuous. One
so familiar, the other so tantalizingly new. And it
all seemed to be flowing so easily from who we were.
Each seemed to provide some missing piece that made
the others whole. Each brought some missing pleasure
that completed the circle.

My wife was the first to cum. I felt her cunt convulse
on me. Her eyes were squeezed tight and she was biting
her lower lip as the shocks ran through her. I could
feel her buttocks squeeze painfully hard together and
her nipples looked like they were about to pop.

When she opened her eyes, her glance followed my hand
to where it was moving underneath Carol. Marjorie
laughed and shook her head at our erotic tableau, then
she extricated herself from my throbbing erection. She
gave it a firm, affectionate squeeze just before
moving back out of the way.

"You can have him one more time, Carol. But don't you
dare cum in her, Roger. You know how much I love to
have your stuff coming out of me in the morning when I
go to work."

I didn't really know if I could hold off from cumming
if Carol rode me right now. But, Carol certainly
seemed to want something deeper than my fingers could
reach. I decided right then that I was willing to risk
it, especially if I could fulfill one other nasty
thought that had been dancing across my mind since we
started.

So far Carol had seemed willing to do anything that
either Marjorie or I had suggested. I wasn't positive
I should risk my suggestion, but I decided to tempt
fate and see just how far she would go.

As Carol reverently approached my cock, I reached for
her, restraining her ever so slightly until she looked
up at me.

"Taste it first," I pleaded.

We all looked down at my hard, thick penis. My whole
lap was soaked and coated with the slick wetness of
both my beautiful women. They both had contributed a
share and I longed to join them by soon adding my own
cum to theirs.

When Carol looked back at me, her face was blank. I
was beginning to think I had made a big foolish
mistake, until that beautiful face broke into a
degenerate grin wide and bold. Definitely a girl
after my own heart.

Carol lowered her mouth lovingly on my cock. She
kissed the tip affectionately and then licked the
length of it. Then she lay down completely between my
spread thighs and began to roll her face from side to
side, smearing the collective juices covering my
crotch all over her face, her neck and in her hair. It
was the singlemost uninhibited, sensuous and vulgar
display that I had ever witnessed. When she had
indulged in the smells and taste of my sodden staff
enough to satisfy her, she began a slinky crawl up my
body.

Even before she reached me I could smell her. She
smelled like the wellfucked cunt of every woman I had
ever known. She smelled like Marjorie and she smelled
like herself gloriously combined. When she arrived,
she began to rub her own face against mine,
transferring the collective funk and fragrance of our
love from her to me. She scratched her tender skin on
the morning growth of my whiskers as though branding
herself as my woman, as if to write my name on her
neck and cheeks.

I began arching my hips up towards her, seeking her
center with my blind eye. I tried to reach down and
guide myself into her, but it was Marjorie's hand that
steered me home. She grasped me hard and without Carol
even realizing she was there, pointed my cock to the
hot blonde cunt of our new woman.

We made love, moving against each other easily and
with evergreater confidence. I held Carol's face
between my two hands and fucked into her with my hips.
Our bodies danced together, perfectly in tune to one
another. We were so different and so much alike. When
we began, there had been she and I. Now, there was
only us. There was only two that had ceased to be two.

I didn't intentionally hold myself back. At that
moment, I was so overwhelmed by my love and affection
for Carol that I couldn't have held off, even for
Marjorie. When Carol started to orgasm, for one moment
I was frantic to catch up with her, to cum into her as
she was cumming on me. Perhaps some deep unconscious
portion of myself saved me from disappointing Marj in
that way. In any case, I realized that not sharing
even something as beautiful as a mutual orgasm
couldn't spoil this unique moment in our lives. It was
already glorious on its own.

So after Carol finished, it was Marj that once more
took her place. It was Marj that held herself still as
I fucked into her. It was Marj's hips that I clutched
and thrust at, straining for my cum. It was Marj that
took the gift of my seed on this first morning of our
new lives.

That somehow was the most fitting thing that could
have happened. I hadn't planned it that way, but
Marjorie had and Marjorie had a way of getting what
she wanted in the end. Somehow though, along the way,
Carol and I had shared something special together. No
one could have planned or predicted that.

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